the pen draws the moon
the brush inscribes its
own language
nothing alive
is anything else
ordinary is a misnomer
unfurling as in
the loss of concupiscence
the coffee shop
where we met
remembers the scars
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the pen draws
nothing alive
ordinary inscribes
its own language
the moon is
a misnomer
the brush unfurling
remembers the scars
the coffee shop
is anything else
where we met
the loss of concupiscence
as in preemptive erasure
David Fetcho
Photo Nick Victor